We did it! Today at 4:30PM my room mate, Britt, and I, signed the lease to the apartment we will be living in starting September 3rd! We are so excited to once again live in NYC (we both attended college at FIT here in the city), as we have both been living at home for a little over a year now. Our apartment is bound to be cozy yet modern and girly, but not frilly! 😉
A few things I am looking forward to about living in the city again:
-Drinking coffee and wine on my porch… or just having my own porch (!!!! times a thousand)
-Cooking in my kitchen
-Having a friend around all the time
-Walking to work in 25 minutes rather than taking the bus (Which an hour and twenty minute commute door to door. At least.)
-Discovering new bars and restaurants
-Getting together with friends after work without having to scram so quickly for the bus
-Sharing my ‘new’ life with you guys!
The list definitely goes on.
I must admit, there were parts of me that were feeling guilty for being so thrilled about my new place. I didn’t even want to tell my grandpa about it, because I didn’t want to make him feel as if I was just leaving him. My grandpa just moved in with us about five weeks ago, right after my grandmother passed away, and he was recently diagnosed with an awful disease that I don’t particularly want to go into. Needless to say, things around here have been rough this Summer. I sort of felt like I needed to down play my happiness about moving into the city because so many of my loved ones are really, really sad.
I talked about this with my mom, and she helped me to understand why I shouldn’t feel guilty about moving, and should only be excited. Actually, it was her happiness that made me feel like it was ‘okay’ to show content and pleased I am with my new apartment. It’s not like I am never going to visit home (I live 40 minute from NYC by car without traffic) or see my grandpa again – I’m merely taking another step forward in the ‘right’ direction for me. It feels good to be able to walk around my house beaming from ear to ear just thinking of how much fun I am going to have and how much less stress I will be dealing with when it comes to commuting! Phew!
Question of the night: Have you ever felt guilty for something you shouldn’t feel guilty for? How do you deal?